My Comfort Zone Collection from Wattpad Revisited 6th /12/2021
The Watt Pad Poet
What defines me? IS – I AM A POET OF WATT PAD
I’m not sure how can I explain to another who I am?
Of course, only poetry can do me justices:
A poem rambling and full of mistakes, may just do it—No?
Not allowed, not allowed you say. -Poems must be structured—
The length of line must be so long
And not beyond the human breath, —really?
I always say more than my breath can hold, you see
Poems must have rules of rhythm and rhyme
— NOT ALL POEMS my goodness no!
Only a few can understand that poems must be free
To flow with a life of their own.
As natural as a river un-dammed,
Untamed by edges of man-made concrete
But banks of soil as mud that can break and change if the weather changes
And maybe mangroves for the fish to be born and grow
All earthy and natural like. A whole new word of poetry style
The wattpad poem and while alive those poems change and morph with time.
THAT’S ME – YES, I AM A WATT PAD POET.
I ramble on so over these sheets of light in the Wattpad World.
Here, standing in cyberspace on the virtual soapbox
Screaming out the injustice of human beings do on their own kind
and on all life forms here on this jewel of blue,
I’m just a sad voice of hollow words.
No actions, only words to fill my spirit with comfortable thoughts.
The poet for justices and giving birth to a better world ( so I believe)
Is just in my imagination. Or do we poets live to leave something behind?
And my kind as we gather trying to hold each up
as each one of us speaks out to those who stop to read
our world of words here in wattpad reality, this place of poetry.
And the friendships are born for that gathering on this site of watt pad.
A heavenly place for the wannabees to gather and find an audience to please.
Just as in Paris’s many salons at the turn of the last century.
I AM is what I am, and I know that I have done the best I can,
Because I am an optimist and believe in an amazing future for this world.
Where finally our poems will one day give us some financial security —come on Rose be real
Who will pay for ramblings? And the voice within says—THE FUTURE WILL SEE THEM STILL.
And if not, I know that I can escape the daily grind of life for a time in my WATT PAD World.
A comfort zone for a poet of freewill to sprout about all the injustices or just speak of life
Seen through the eyes of a human and written as a free verse poems or is it prose, I don’t care.
These words may just be for me and my comfort zone appeal and there they are real.
( Taken from published standalone poem to add to this collection (6/12/2021)